Skyway
Paul Westerberg
You take the skyway, high above the busy little one-way
In my stupid hat and gloves, at night i lie awake
Wonderin' if i'll sleep
Wonderin' if well meet out in the street
But you take the skyway
It dont move at all like a subway
It's got bums when it's cold like any other place
It's warm up inside
Sittin' down and waitin' for a ride
Beneath the skyway
Oh, then one day, i saw you walkin' down that little one-way
Where, the place i'd catch my ride most everyday
There wasn't a damn thing i could do or say
Up in the skyway
Skyway
Skyway